Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Neetu didn’t resist as Sirisha eased the fabric away, letting it slip soundlessly to the floor in a whisper of color beside the fallen burgundy silk.
 
Sirisha’s breath caught.
 
Neetu had always been beautiful, her long dark hair, her almond eyes that could shift from gentle humor to fierce command, her smile that lit up any room.
 
But now, stripped of the layers that had always framed her, she seemed even more radiant, almost untouchable in her grace.
 
Now dressed only in her blouse and panties, Neetu drew Ravi’s attention once more.
 
His hand rose to her chest, cupping her full breasts through the fabric of her blouse, pressing gently.
 
Glancing at Sirisha, he coaxed, “Go on. Feel her too.”
 
With hesitant courage, Sirisha lifted her hand, cupping the other breast.
 
Her fingers curled around its softness, though her smaller hand could not contain it fully.
 
She was breathless, unable to tear her gaze away.
 
Ravi noticed her wonder.
 
Smiling, he placed his hand over hers, guiding the pressure. “Good… now, do the honors. Remove Bhabhi’s blouse.”

Neetu caught Sirisha’s eyes, her own warm with permission. “Go on, beta. Don’t be shy. You want to, don’t you?”

Heart pounding, Sirisha moved both hands to the back of the blouse, undoing the hooks one by one.
 
Each click made her pulse race harder, the anticipation nearly unbearable.
 
At last, the blouse gave way, revealing Neetu’s heavenly breasts, still cradled in the embrace of her bra.

Sirisha gasped softly, her breath trembling at the sight.
 
For a heartbeat, silence hung in the air, heavy, shimmering, filled with the sound of Sirisha’s shallow breathing.
 
She had seen Neetu as a sister, a mentor, a protector for so long, but now every familiar curve seemed transformed, luminous in its intimacy.
 
Her fingers trembled as they brushed against Neetu’s bare shoulder, the warmth of her skin both comforting and overwhelming.
 
Neetu reached out, cupping Sirisha’s face with tender hands. “Beta…” she whispered, her tone soft yet steady, “there is nothing to fear here. You are safe, with us.” The words sank into Sirisha like a gentle balm, soothing the storm of nerves that tangled with her rising desire.
 
Ravi’s gaze lingered on them both, his eyes dark with pride and quiet hunger.
 
He stroked Sirisha’s arm with the back of his fingers, grounding her, while his free hand rested protectively at Neetu’s waist. “Look at her,” he murmured, nodding toward Sirisha. “So beautiful when she’s discovering herself.”
 
Sirisha flushed deeper at his words, her heart fluttering wildly.
 
She felt suspended between them, anchored by Neetu’s tenderness, stirred by Ravi’s intensity, and unraveling within her own awakening.
 
For the first time, she allowed herself to breathe into the closeness, to accept the warmth wrapping around her from every side.
 
Neetu leaned forward, pressing her forehead gently against Sirisha’s. “Just feel, beta,” she breathed. “Don’t think.”

And Sirisha, closing her eyes, surrendered to the moment, her body humming, her heart caught between fear and wonder, her soul lifted by the tenderness of their touch.

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